Sarah Metuchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Inside the 'battery cage': Prostitution in Germany

(A3v). Within the framing conceit—pamphlet as whore—the poet advertises the kinds of metaphors that make up the text: whore as horse, whore as toilet.

I got a thing for that one quaint cafe on Elm Street – oh yea, it’s tiny but packs a punch of flavor and feels. It's like every date here spins its own epic rap story, you know? Crazy but true. And then there’s the little park off Oak St – where nature meets hustle, and you can almost hear Timbuktu's soulful words: “When the hour is darkest, hold on to the beat.”

Edison, Metuchen To Host Annual 24-Mile Mayoral Bike Tour In May